Maybe Never (Maybe #2) Read Free Page B

he takes a step back so he can take me in. His eyes grow with lust at seeing my bare skin. I watch him take his jacket off, followed by his own shirt, exposing his muscles and tattoos that I didn’t know he had.  
    I walk closer to him and begin shimmying out of my skirt until I’m standing in just my underwear in front of Tristan, who is still wearing his jeans. I walk until I’m just in front of him and grab ahold of his jeans. He curiously looks down at me but doesn’t say anything.  
    I slowly undo the button on his jeans, followed by the zipper. And then I slide his jeans down until they are around his ankles. To my surprise, he isn’t wearing any underwear, and I can’t keep the gasp from escaping my lips at the sight of him, at my first sight of a naked man.  
    He grins at my response. He takes my hand and guides me to it until I’m firmly grasping his cock in my hand. I stroke it once and watch as he moans at my touch. His hand stays on mine as he guides my hand up and down showing me what to do and how he likes it.  
    I must begin to be doing it right, because after a few more strokes he removes his hand from mine and moans loudly as I continue stroking. His hand goes to the back of my head pushing it down to his cock.  
    “Open your mouth,” he says.  
    I do and he pushes his cock inside. It’s a strange feeling having him inside my mouth and now I’m even more clueless as to what to do than I was before. I don’t have to do much though as he pumps his cock in and out of my mouth. I gag once but when I hear how loudly he moans with each thrust I don’t care that he is making me gag. I just want him to enjoy this.  
    He thrusts again and then he moans, “Kinsley,” as salty cum fills my mouth.  
    I swallow, wipe my mouth, and stand to see him grinning wildly at me.  
    He tucks my hair behind my ear and firmly kisses me on the cheek. I smile at him, but I’m not done with him yet. I want more. I want everything.  
    I move to the bed and lie down. “Come here,” I say, patting the bed with lust in my eyes, trying to show him that I want more without saying it.  
    He smiles at me and begins walking to the side of the bed. The door to the bedroom flies open before he gets to me. I grab the throw blanket on the edge of the bed and use it to cover myself as best as I can. When I glance at the door, I see Eli standing in the doorway, wide-eyed.  
    Eli glances at a naked Tristan, and his face turns furious. “Get out,” Eli says to Tristan.  
    Tristan walks over to his jeans and casually slips them on, like he’s not in a rush at all. He grabs his T-shirt from the floor.  
    “Tristan…” I say from the bed.  
    He turns to face me with a smile on his face. “The moment’s passed, Kinsley. I’ll let you get dressed and meet you downstairs.”  
    I nod at his reassuring words. I won’t be sleeping with Tristan tonight—well, at least, not right now—but I do plan on sleeping with him.  
    I watch as Tristan walks past Eli. The men glare at each other, and then Eli shuts the door, leaving me alone in the bedroom with nothing but my disappointment to give me comfort.  
    I quickly get up and get dressed. I put the blanket back on the bed as it was so that the room doesn’t look like it was disturbed. Although, after a night like tonight, I’m sure the whole house will look disturbed.  
    I’m just about to leave when I spot Tristan’s jacket lying on the floor. I pick it up and put it on. I take a deep breath of the sleeve, trying to get any scent of the man I’m in love with. A man I’ve been in love with since I was twelve—or maybe earlier, if I’m being honest with myself.  
    I walk out the door to a waiting Eli. I frown at him as I walk past. He grabs my arm, trying to stop me.  
    “Why did you do that?” I snarl at him.  
    “He’s not good enough for you.”  
    I roll my eyes and keep walking. “You don’t get to make that decision.”  
    I know Eli is